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Me, checking out an older lady this morning: *sees a lil spider on her potting soil* oh you've got a friend *plucks it off and sets it aside*

Eighty+ yo lady: there aren't bugs in there right?

Me: oh no it's just 'cause it was outside

Lady, looking me dead in the eyes: oh good, I have a really big fetish about bugs in my dirt

Me:

Phobia... she has a PHOBIA of bugs...

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happy technically late birthday!!!

Tysm! It was super busy so I was sad I couldn't post yesterday, but I got Chinese food so I was happy regardless 😋

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It's my birthday so we get the crew making you a birthday cake!

- Ghost thought he could bake. His mom baked when he was little and thinks that since him and his brother watched her that he can bake by extension. After two attempts and something that is both wet and burnt, he goes to the local bakery in quiet shame.

- Soap can actually bake pretty well. Growing up, he enjoyed baking with his father and sisters, and that carried on into adulthood. Nothing super fancy, but he whips you up a nice birthday cake and homemade frosting.

- Some people would assume that Gaz can bake since he can cook. He cannot, it is simply witchcraft as far as he's concerned. Knows himself well enough not to try and instead orders a custom made cake from a baker you follow online.

- Price knows you don't actually like birthday cake. You always get one and eat it just fine because that's tradition, but it's not your favorite. Instead, he gets a personal carrot cake just for you, fit with a small candle.

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Rock Out König Part 2, Part 1 Here

Pairing: König x gn!reader

CW: angst (kinda, misunderstandings), fluff

Over the course of the next few weeks you pretty much manage to push what you've labeled as 'The Incident' out of your head, not wanting one bad night to ruin your first concert experience. In fact, when you finally get a text from that number a month and a half later you almost dismiss it as spam.

Hello. Don't know if you remember me, it's König, from the concert. Sorry I had to leave early, I had a work emergency. If you would like, I would still enjoy that lunch date, Hase.

After a moment of baffled fuming, you text back.

Dude, you ghosted me for over a month, and you think I want to see you again??

Thinking that was that, you go back to making your dinner until another message pops up.

I understand, and I'm truly sorry Hase :(. If I had a choice, I would've told you. If you are willing I can explain? If not I will leave you alone.

You stare down at the text feeling a whole mix of emotions. On one hand, you didn't know this guy. He was nice, sure, but he also ditched you in a hotel. You owed him nothing. On the other... he was the first person you'd connected to so quickly in a long time, and you were curious as to what kind of work he did that would excuse that kind of "emergency". Before you can think twice you shoot him back.

Fine. Charlie's on seventh at 9 am.

Thank you! I look forward to seeing you again Hase, goodnight :)

You can't help the snort that leaves you at König's smiley face, and you shake your head, going back to your dinner.

The next morning you're waiting at Charlie's early, hands cupped around a steaming chai as you wait. You've got half a mind to text König to forget as your nerves mount, but before you can, a familiar mop of ginger curls appears across the street. That's the first thing you notice, the second immediately being König's arm in a cast.

"What the hell happened?" You blurt out wide eyed as the man settles into the spot across from you. König grunts as he sits down, giving you an awkward smile.

"Hello to you too," he teases gently "and I'll explain it like I promised."

His food gets ordered, and you look him over with increasing confusion and concern: there's the cast, gauze peeking out across his other shoulder under his shirt, as well as a few raised pink scars across his face.

"Did something happen with work?" You ask, suddenly feeling a bit bad. You were still angry, but it looked like König had gone through the wringer.

"Nothing worse than normal, aside the arm." He sighs, looking at his arm then back at you. König hesitates, clearly weighing his choices before speaking.

"I can't tell you everything, to start. But I'll say what I can." He says, tone much more serious than you've heard.

"My work is... delicate. I work with the military, and because of my position it requires last second deployments, no ifs ands or buts."

You nod along as König continues to explain, the guilt steadily mounting.

"So, you were literally fighting for your life, and I through a fit about not getting a text." You groan, hanging your head. "Christ König, I'm sorry."

"No no, I understand Hase!" He's quick to interject, reaching with his uninjured hand to touch yours. "You didn't know, and I had no way of messaging you until yesterday when I was cleared for leave. I, I won't lie," König pauses, pink slowly creeping up his neck into his face "when I saw your texts, I felt horrible. I truly had a great time that night, I couldn't let you think I just left for nothing."

Between the embarrassed sincerity in König's voice and the warm touch of his thumb rubbing yours, you melt, sighing.

"Well... I can't hold it against you, I suppose." You say, giving him an equally shy smile, and blue eyes flood with relief and happiness.

"Does that mean you'd be okay with me taking you on an apology date?" He asks hopefully, and you laugh.

"Mmm, I just might." You say, and your heart flips at the toothy grin you receive. You were still a bit wary, but you couldn't deny the simple fact: you really were glad you kept that number.

Unrelated side note: I headcanon König has dentures along the left upper teeth from getting the butt of a rifle to the jaw!

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Pairing: König x gn!reader

CW: smut, small angst

Idea: You meet König at a concert, Part 2 Here

You'd been waiting for this for months. Saved up the second you heard your favorite band was coming to your city, made the plans with your friend to meet up at the venue. It was unfortunate that the night before she texted you to say she couldn't come, stomach flu. You offered to stay behind but she'd said an adamant no and you didn't need to be told twice.

Now here you are, chatting with the other fans in line waiting for the doors to open up. Tens of thousands of people all buzzing with excitement, all condensed into somewhat-neatly filed lines as the velvet ropes lift and allow everyone access. You decide to head straight to the merch section to get you and your friend some stuff before it gets sold out. As you approach the table, you smile at the attendee.

"Hi, can I get number 4 and number 7?" You ask, pointing to the wall of itemized merch. Goods and money are exchanged, and you turn to leave when you crash into a wall. Well, what you thought was a wall, until a surprisingly high voice leaves the immovable object.

"Sorry, sorry! Are you alright?"

You crane your neck as you pick up your items to meet startlingly blue eyes, framed by ginger curls that were tied back in a messy braid. It takes a moment for your brain to reboot, but you manage to stumble out a reply.

"N-no, sorry, that was my fault!" You assure, stepping back to give the stranger space. He was easily a foot taller than you, and you weren't exactly small. "I wasn't looking where I was going, my bad."

"It's alright, I'm used to it," he says, and your heart stutters at the shy smile he gives you before his eyes see your purchases "oh, you got the tour shirt too?"

"Yeah, it's my first concert of theirs."

At that, his eyes light up, the smile becoming more confident.

"You'll love it, I've seen them a few times now, always fun." The man replies, and you grin back.

"I've seen the videos, I'm so excited."

The two of you chat back and forth, you learn his name is König and he'd gotten the tickets last minute. As you approach the entrance, you turn to König.

"I've got a run to the bathroom, see you inside."

"You too, have fun. With the concert, not the bathroom!" He clarifies, horror flashing across the man's face that makes you laugh.

"I getcha, all good." You say, and he simply nods before marching through the door. You shake your head, still smiling like an idiot as you head towards the bathrooms. It isn't until you're washing your hands and picking up the shirts again that you notice the tour shirt is way bigger than what you'd originally bought.

Shit, I must've grabbed König's when we bumped into each other. You mentally curse. He's probably long gone by now, lost in the sea of people inside the venue. Deciding to give your friend the smaller one and delegating the mix up at your new sleep shirt, you finally head inside.

The inside is everything you expected and more. The crowds from outside seem to grow in here, swelling and moving like a living organism. You weave through down the stairs and get your wristband checked to access the pit. People mingle around you, and you quickly find yourself swept up in the excitement even as you try to keep an eye out for König. Soon enough though the lights dim and all searching halts in favor of joining the screaming fans as the guitar starts up. The curtain drops, and it's pandemonium after that. People scream, sing, and dance around you, and you're moving right alongside them. Being your first concert you stray to the right, not wanting to get in the most pit quite yet as you eye the slowly forming circle.

During the first intermission someone knocks into your side, harder than the accidental bumps from the other people around you, making you stumble. You turn to see a drunk man slamming into people around you, and he shoulder checks you again.

"Dude, fuck off!" You scoff, baffled and stepping back as a couple other fans around you also yell at the guy. He laughs it off and swipes at you again, and you're half a second away from yelling for security when the creep is knocked sideways, and in a blur of movement he's on his ass beside the barrier. König is stood above him, and he's far from the anxious man you'd bumped into earlier, he looks downright dangerous as he looms over the other man like a shadow. Security comes and the situation is handled in a matter of moments, over as soon as it started, and König deflates as soon as he looks over your way.

"Sorry. I saw him from the pit and was coming over, then I saw him swing at you, and-" König stammers, tugging at the ripped tee he was wearing.

"Dude, that was awesome, don't apologize," you tell him "he freaked me out."

König nods at that.

"Ja, there's one every concert. Don't let it scare you though, someone usually steps in." He assures, before fumbling at his pockets before producing your shirt. Your eyes light up and you pass him his.

"Oh yeah, thank you. I was fine getting an oversized one, but I'm guessing mine might've been a bit small for you."

König chuckles.

"Just a bit." He agrees, nodding. Instead of slipping back into the crowd, he lingers, shifting from foot to foot.

"Ah, um... you're here alone, yes?" He starts. "If you'd like, we can stand together. If that's alright of course."

You smile, stepping up beside König just as the lights start to dim again.

"I'd like that."

The rest of the concert goes off without further incidents, and as the crowds are filing out of the stadium you and König stick next to each other.

"So, any plans after this?" You ask as you step out into the night, a noticable temperature drop from the packed venue. König shakes his head, stretching his arms high enough for you to get a glimpse of his stomach, thick and muscled. You Avery your gaze, suddenly extremely interested in the plants dotting the courtyard.

"No, just going to get some food, I always get hungry after these things." He says, pausing.

"Would you like to join?" König asks like he's approaching a wild animal and you can't help but chuckle.

"Sure, why not."

The two of you find yourself at a ramen shop, chowing down on stir fry and wine. You'd both hit it off very well: realizing that once you broke through König's social anxiety he was actually very funny and snarky. He asked you questions about yourself as well as the area, stating he was only in town for work.

"Oh, man, there's this bakery you've gotta check out if you get the chance, it's the best." You gush, and König smiles wide.

"Well, I do have a strong sweet tooth," he states, leaning his cheek into the palm of his hand "maybe if I got someone to show me around..." his sentence trailed off, something deeper in his tone now. You flush but grin, the alcohol in your system emboldening you.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to ask me out." You tease, and König hesitates, blue eyes trailing down to where your tank top slipped down your shoulder just so.

"Would you be upset if I said I was?"

It makes you stop short, pausing just a moment before you respond, trailing your foot gently up the inside of König's ankle.

"Not at all."

It's unclear to you exactly the series of events after you leave the restaurant. Vague flashes of an Uber being called and König pulling you through his hotel door flit through your mind as you both paw at each other, pulling at your clothes as you fumble onto the bed. Once you're naked, König settles over top of you, and it's clear once again just how much bigger he was, in every aspect. You weren't sure what to really expect out of your new companion, but being eaten out and fingered till you were nearly delirious wasn't one of them. By the time he clumsily rolls a condom on and pushes in, you're not sure who's whimpering more: you or König.

"S-Scheiße, Hase," König pants into your ear as he pounds into you, making your eyes roll back "please, oh god please."

A good few hours and orgasms later for both of you leave you collapsed on the bed, messy tangle of limbs as König pets up and down your back. You're more than content to use him as both a pillow and personal heater, cuddled close.

"Mmm, we could get breakfast at that bakery tomorrow, if you'd like." You mumble half asleep, and König makes a noise of affirmation.

"Sounds good. Sleep well, Hase."

The next morning, you crack your eyes open to bright sunlight, a pounding headache, and worst of all: an empty bed.

You text the number König had given you as you make the wall of shame back to your car and are met with humiliating silence even hours later. You curse him out, feeling hurt and silly for falling so deep for a guy you'd only met the night before. Days pass as you slip into your normal routine, and the chat remains cold on König's end, pushed further and further down as you try to forget the asshole who'd spent the whole concert with you just so you wouldn't be alone.

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IDC if this is cringe posting helps me holds myself accountable to eating anyways I'm making a König x reader concert fic rn and using my lunch to promote!

Wheat bagel half egg and Colby jack/ half whipped honey and banana, orange roll, sausage, yogurt, and apple cider chai okay bye 💞

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Neighbor!price who sees the young college student having a breakdown over their car one morning.

Ur lowkey freaking out, because ur car that youve been neglecting has finally decided to kill itself at the most innoprotune time. Price watches from his window as you open ur hood and peer into it helplessly, silently watching the way ur hips jut out at the angle.

Well...far be it from price to turn down an opportunity to get his hands on a young thing. He meanders over in just his pajama pants, a mug of coffee held in one hand. The near sunrise light rakes across his form and makes it very obvious hes *only* wearing his pajama pants.

"You need some help, love?" Price grins internally when you jerk and stand up, eyes darting down before fixing back to his gaze. "Looks like your vehicle's givin' you some trouble."

"Ah. Yeah. It uh- im not really sure-" you stutter over ur words, mind a bit scrambles when you essentially got an eye full of ur neighbor's very impressive equipment.

"Hm." He grunts, comes in to inspect. Instead of peering over from his corner, price crosses to you and leans right over ur back, hips nearly pressed to urs as he inspects. "Ah, I see the issue. Give me 20 and ill have it sorted."

And so you do, sitting on your porch and silently cursing the fact you turned down the carpool invitation from your housemates. But its not so bad, especially when you can ogle ur hot as hell neighbor and get some very good imagery to fantasize about.

True to his word, price has it fixed 20 minutes later. He explains it to you with a hand on your bicep in the way that only old men do. Just as your thanking him, his hand wanders to your hip and gives it a firm squeeze "ah, dont worry about it dove. Just try to enjoy your day, maybe relax a bit tonight, yeah?"

Price leaves you then, even as you stutter in some sort of flustered haze long after his door clicks shut. He watches from his living room as ur car pulls out of the driveway, eyes cutting to ur bedroom window that had had the curtains pulled open for weeks now.

He wonders if hell get to see you put on a proper show tonight.

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Gaz who picks up crochet for between missions. Makes Price some new beanies. Soap gets book covers for his sketchbooks. The obvious choice for Ghost would be a balaclava, and Gaz does make him one, but if you asked Ghost his favorite present would be the fingerless gloves made with little skull granny squares. The home base is filled with new blankets and everyone gets matching socks as a Christmas gift.

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Hey I just want to come on here because I've seen a few people talk about it on my feed and I wanted to say two things:

1. I will not be using AI for any posts/fics on here. It is ultimately harmful to creativity and expression and this is my promise that it will not touch this blog.

2. If you are someone who's used AI and gotten away from it, I am genuinely proud of you, I mean that sincerely. It is designed to be highly addictive and validating, and I'm glad you were able to pull yourself away from it. If you haven't yet, please do some deep searching, especially if you want to be creative spaces. Listen to what people are saying, look into the harm it causes, do it for both yourself and your fellow creators.

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Tell me why I was so panicked at 4 am thinking my cat had a tick on his head just to find out it was a blackhead

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I don't have any solid fic ideas RN but I do have lots of thoughts and a love for those hybrid!reader posts so here's my rat!reader 💞

- Rats are actually very clean animals so I imagine they have a meticulous skincare/beauty routine. Gaz joins in sometimes and they do face masks (they pull Ghost in too he's got acne from always wearing his balaclava idc)

- Very social, constantly yapping with Soap and Gaz. Can be serious when needed of course but always down for some mischief

- Likes to sleep in cuddle piles, absolutely WILL kidnap recruit anyone they can manage. Squad Movie Nights become a regular thing during downtimes

- One of a few rodent hybrids on the team, so the rest of 141 didn't know about boggling until they saw reader do it. Immediately freaked out and made them go to medical despite reader's assurances. Reader got a lil' self conscious about it but once it was understood the team didn't mind it, only worried for their health everything was fine

- Big snacker. Reader isn't tiny but is on the smaller hybrid side so 141 was NOT prepared for the sheer volume of food you can consume. Ghost is also a big snack guy so he makes sure to pack extra protein bars and trail mix bags for you during missions

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John x younger!Reader pt 2! Hope y'all like ☺️

Pairing: John Price x gn!reader

CW: small angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, age gap

Part 1

It's been a month now.

You'd usually call John every day, at the very least send him good morning/good night texts that he reciprocated when he could. Sent him pictures of birds that would settle on the bricks along the windows outside the shop you worked at, or your latest project. Little reminders to John that there was more in life outside of war and pain, that there actually was something he was fighting for.

The silence hurt worse than if you'd cursed him out. He knew he deserved it, hell, he'd yelled and kicked himself the second you'd ran out of his office—, no, after he'd made you leave. All because of his stupid ego. That's what it was, too. John was too worried about what his crew would think to be a man and stand up for the best thing in his life, and now? He wasn't sure where you both stood.

It wasn't from lack of trying: John had tried calling you almost every day this month, had half a mind to track you down and make you talk, but he knew that wasn't fair to you.

He was sat in his office, another day that dragged in tense work and stifling silence. The clock told him it was well into the night, and he's so out of it that when his personal phone chimes John almost dismisses it as his brain messing with him. By the second to last ring it finally kicks in, and the man scrambles for his phone, answering it with a choked "Hello?".

It's silent for a long moment, long enough for John to go to check that he had actually answered and not hung it up on accident when he hears it: your voice, small and sounding rough in a way that made all his earlier self loathing bump up to eleven.

"... hi, John."

He waits a beat, not knowing what to say. You fill the silence.

"I, I just wanted to call, and say I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" John repeats, and you seem to take it as an affirmation.

"I was just-, I, I dunno," you stumble over the words, voice tight "I shouldn't have come. It was stupid, you were right-"

"Sweetheart." John cuts you off firmly, anger coursing through his nerves hot and blistering. Not at you of course, at his own cowardly actions.

"You did nothing wrong. The only thing that is wrong about this is that I treated you like you were anything less than the best thing in my life." He sighs, slumping against his desk.

"I... I was afraid. It's not an excuse, but it's my reasoning. I'm not exactly young anymore dove, and I'm just worried that I'm setting a bad precedent. It's not you I'm embarrassed about, I'm, I'm embarrassed of myself, I s'pose." John admits, more vulnerable than he even was with his team, and waits for the inevitable scoff.

"If I stayed... could I meet your team?" You ask, and John knows you're probably curled up in bed right now, hugging the little bear he'd given you after one trip to Alaska. The thought brings a smile to his face, the relief that it seemed like you were willing to give him a second chance crashing over so hard it took a second to give you an answer.

"I'd love that, sweetheart." He assures you, soft and warm.

"I'll make sure it happens. No more hiding, I promise."

After that, the two of you chat for a bit longer before you chide him to go to bed, and he promises that he would once you hung up. When the line goes dead, John sits there for a moment longer, basking in the warmth he hadn't felt all month long.

He'd make this work this time, come hell or high water. You were too important not to.

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Some fluff while I write the next part for Price x Reader 💕

Pairing: Ghost x gn!reader

CW: none, fluff

Idea: Simon enjoys his mornings in

The slow mornings are the best. When Ghost was working he was up earlier than anyone, hitting the gym and going about his days. But when he was on leave and with you, Simon liked to indulge a little, his own guilty pleasure.

Pale lashes flutter, and he groans softly, face turning into your now-cold pillow to chase the scent of your shampoo. The sun was streaming into the room, casting an amber glow across the duvet. Simon could feel your cat curled up in the crook of his knee, the furry little creature seeking warmth from the furnace that was your boyfriend. Speaking of warmth, the sweet and savory smell of breakfast wafts up to the bedroom, finally breaking Simon out of his reluctant wakeup routine enough to slip out of the covers and trudge downstairs.

His investigation leads to you, humming as you puttered around the kitchen, dressed in one of his sweatshirts and some shorts. There was a certifiable feast laid out: sausage, eggs, cut fruits and veggies, and pancakes stacked high as you worked on cooking the last few. Simon steps forward, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a kiss to your shoulder when you jump. You turn your head, wide eyed look melting into warm affection.

"Morning, sleeping beauty." You tease. Simon's response in a grunt and burying his face into your back, plastering himself against you.

"Smells good. Blueberry?"

"Already on the plate love," you assure, nodding to the purple-dotted pancakes "I know they're your favorite. You go eat, I'm just finishing up mine."

"I'll eat when you're ready, tastes better." He mumbles, smiling at the laugh it pulls out of you.

"You're such a sap." You admonish, too fond to truly be any sort of insult. Far from it, Simon took it as a badge of honor, one he was more than happy to wear for once.

"Only for you, lovie." He assures, and you both go back to cuddling as the last few pancakes sizzle and pop in the pan, letting the music flow over you. Afterwards, you both end up on the couch, limbs entangled as you trade bites back and forth from your own heaping plates. By the time the food is gone and you're curled up on his chest for a small nap, Simon can't help but think that this is how he wanted every morning of his life to play out. A small but growing part of him wonders if just maybe, he really did deserve this. Either way, he smiles down at your form, love clear in his eyes as Simon traces up and down your spine.

Another perfect morning.

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Tfw you didn't realize your asks got turned off at some point 🙃 anywaysss~✨ it should be open now! I'm pretty chill with writing most stuff, I'll make a proper list at some point but if you're not sure feel free to ask 💕

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Running like crazy around the warehouse today, super busy Saturday and my only other front person is a teenager so I'm on full Surveillance Mode even on break 😮‍💨

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Pairing: John Price x gn!reader

CW: angst, age gap

Idea: You're Price's younger secret lover

Part 2

You and John had been together for just over two years now. You'd met him while at the coffee shop you worked at during one of your breaks. After a bit of chatting, you found out he was in the military, and he'd learned you were working your way through college still. At first, it'd just been some harmless flirting: he was a busy man and wasn't looking for anything serious. What was wrong with a good dinner date and an even better night together afterwards?

But then, you two kept in touch. Texting daily, video calls whenever John could. He treated you wonderfully compared to your exes. While you couldn't see each other often, he still sent you gifts and lovely messages. Sure, it was a bit disheartening that you couldn't go to his base, but you'd understood. Too far, limited outside contact, ect...

Until one night you're in bed when you hear about a Military Family Day being promoted in your town, and a bit more poking around told you that John's unit was one of the ones going. Delighted, you purchased your train ticket and booked a hotel nearby, hoping to surprise him.

The day comes, and you're stood with all the other eager partners and families as the soldiers file out. Groups disperse and you go looking for your man. A bit of searching leads you right to him, where John is chatting with a couple other officers. You beam, walking up and clearing your throat.

"Excuse me? I was looking for a certain Captain."

The three men turn around, the other two looking confused while John looks... not how you expected.

You assumed he'd be shocked, yes. But the wide eyed, white-knuckled stare you receive is definitely not the reaction you'd hoped for.

"Ah, surprise?" You prompt with a smile, waiting for John to unthaw.

"This one yours, Cap?" The man on his left with a mohawk asks, and you turn to him in confusion. Had John not told them yet?

"Yes, I'm his-" you start, only to be cut off by John's response.

"My housesitter." He rasps out, gruff and low. Before you can anything more, he's got you by the arm and is walking you away from the crowds.

"Let's talk in my office."

You're confusion only further mounts as you get sheparded into the cramped office, turning to see John staring at you with what you can only describe as a mix of horror and rage.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He hisses.

"I... I heard about the Family Day," you start, and for the first time since making the plan, you feel uncertain "and I wanted to surprise you."

"If I wanted you hear, don't you think I would've mentioned it?"

That stings like a slap to the face, and your brows scrunch together, fingers worrying the hem of your shirt.

"W-well, I just thought, maybe," the words fumble out of your mouth, turning red as you start to feel like a child being chastised.

"You, you're not happy to see me?"

"That's not what I said." He snaps, running a hand through short brown hair.

"You can't be here. Y'know what my men would say if I knew I had someone like you in my bed? Their Captain, having a twenty-something following after me like a damn puppy?"

Dread and shame floods you at that, and your voice is small as you respond.

"We've been together two years, John. Were you just planning on hiding me from your team forever?"

Silence follows, and it hurts more than any answer.

"John-"

"I can't deal with this right now." John says suddenly, looking away.

"I just... you need to leave. Now."

You stand there staring at him, waiting, hoping for any kind of reassurance, but all you see is that same far off look he had whenever he came to yours after long missions. Swallowing the tears that threaten to spill over, you walk past John, feeling humiliated. He says nothing as you leave his office, sighing softly as he hears your tearful hiccup just before the door closes.

"... fuck." John mutters to himself, standing in the deafening, choking silence of the room.